semi-closed 🔪 the extent of my affections are destroying me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani + various
What ⬤ catchall + subplots
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ Shuten territory, Enma housing, the Celestial casino, + more
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always.

If you want smth with this feral dog, hit me up at bussy!

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[pitfight]

[ Nishitani says nothing, because he pulls the same stunt. Grinning, leaning back despite his arms protesting, Nishitani runs a foot up Majima's thigh, happy to see the man on his knees. ]

Live a little, Majima-kun. You deserve nicer things than this piece of shit.

[no_kyouken]

It's just stuff.

[ He is utterly disinterested. He has spent the last four years with nothing. He had nothing in Sotenbori. He had nothing in Hakagemachi. He has no desire to revel in things and he has a fairly well-founded fear of everything being taken from him anyway. Izo is the same, really. It contributes to the state of the place, the lack of attention or care. Two depressed twenty-somethings live here, and that's just how it is. ]

Quit insultin' my couch. Ya want me t'congratulate ya and tell ya how great ya are, or what?

[ He puts a hand at Nishitani's knee and pushes it aside to move in closer. Majima looks up at him, reaches out to toy with his belt in emphasis of his point. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani strains against the handcuffs, wanting to reach down and touch Majima's face-- just brush a strand of hair away from his cheek, because there's something broken in what he says, and Nishitani wants to pour himself into Majima and let him enjoy stuff again. There's joy in sitting on a good couch, joy eating good food, joy in possessions and power and rank. Majima has none of that, and Nishitani wants to show Majima how. ]

[ Instead he huffs, bucking his hips up to meet Majima's fingers which tug at his belt, huffing out impatiently. ] Get on with it then, Majima-kun. I'm getting bored here.

cw: some abuse notes

[no_kyouken]

[ He watches Nishitani pull on the cuffs and feels vindicated that he insisted. What Nishitani says too... He really does have a way of saying the worst shit, things that make Majima's mind fill with toxicity. Getting bored here, champ.

He sits up higher on his knees and pushes Nishitani back into the couch cushions with an odd look on his face. ]

Could always send ya home t'your gal.

[ He says that, but he has also pulled open the belt buckle and gone after the fly. Whatever is going on in Majima's head is contradictory, stinging, heavy. ]

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You could always come home with me to her, too. [ Nishitani leans back, settling back in easily once the urge to comfort has passed. Now, he looks down at where Majima is seated, watches as Majima easily begins to disrobe him-- only enough to get his cock out, but that's the part which matters. ]

[ Nishitani doesn't know he spoke out of turn-- doesn't know because Majima doesn't tell him. Those hidden shards, Nishitani has tried, in his own way, to be thoughtful of them. For the loud, brash man he is, Nishitani taking into account the comfort of anyone else is outstanding, and for Majima? He's trying, time and time again. [

[no_kyouken]

Just cut ya outta th'middle for that.

[ He answers flatly. He's not actually convinced he and Andy have that kind of relationship, there's something too similar in their self-loathing but that's not really the point. He takes the sticky heat of Nishitani's cock into his hand, spilling out rivulets of lube and stroking them out. He really has no interest in choking this down dry. He doesn't want his face touched, he doesn't want his hair pulled. If he's getting asked to perform, he's at least going to make it easy on himself. ]

Try t'keep yer mouth shut.

[ Sour mumbling before he leans forward, extending what's flat of his bisected tongue to press against skin before his mouth follows taking in the head with a suck. There's already something tenuous about the power dynamic they have, he's not so sure about hearing any of Nishitani's filth right now. ]

[pitfight]

Don't want to hear me talk about how fucking good you feel? I let you talk while I choked you down, baby, come on. [ Nishitani is complaining, but he rolls his shoulders and settles into this shitty fucking couch of theirs, legs spread wide and watching as Majima works. Nishitani's cock is hard, eager, and Majima will find that Nishitani's diet has been surprisingly balanced-- his pre hardly containing the bitter, caustic taste that a twenty-something who only drinks and smokes pre might have. ]

why was bee reading about snake tongues....

[no_kyouken]

[ Majima hadn't had a lot to say at the time; he'd been a little too wound up with grief and anger and misplaced lust. He has almost too much conscious thought right now, too much clarity into his own anxieties and conflict. It would be worse if he was getting pawed at too, he knows that. So he focuses on the things he has control over. His space, his rules, his partner. His good eye slips most of the way shut, relaxed in to the task in front of him.

A forked tongue is a more complicated sensory organ than a human's, there is a lot that he tastes that is more complicated than just skin. Complexity compelling enough to focus on, memorize the intricacies of. His inhales deeply, swallows the taste of it down thickly, mouth wet with lube. ]